Date: Mon, 21 Jul 1997 17:02:41 -0400
From: Marc Mustacchio
Subject: JOCKEY HOLLOW: EPISODE XV
JOCKEY HOLLOW: AN ON-LINE SOAP OPERA ABOUT GAY YOUTH EXPRESSING
THEMSELVES SEXUALLY.
Jockey Hollow is a small town of 5200 people located in the Northeastern
corner of Nebraska. Its population is made up primarily of a younger
20-something crowd, mostly gay men who have found a haven in Jockey
Hollow. There is an older generation of people in their late-30s-40s,
and an even smaller teen crowd. The teenagers are runaways from cities
like Des Moines & Cleveland; runaways who have been outcasted from their
families because the are gay. Things in Jockey Hollow are not what they
seem or appear to be. The stories revolve around the principals'
characters, all of who are in their 20s and gay. Occasionally female
characters appear, but they are the girlfriends of bisexual characters.
Episode XV
"What kind of profile do you have on this killer?" Wade asked.
"I'm glad you asked that," Kenny said. "The FBI has precious little on
him. We know that he attracts his hustlers in a car, different each
time. We know he takes them someone and tortures them to
unconsciousness, shoves the baseball bat into the ass hole and snaps in
half, he then drives them to the water way of choice and forcibly drowns
his victim."
"So he kills his victims, then takes them to be drowned?" the Sheriff
asked.
"We aren't sure."
"So what exactly are we sure of?" Nicky said.
"Not a hell of a lot. Nobody sees this guy pick up the hustler. That's
what makes this case so difficult to deal with. What is he doing? In
Stephen Wirley's case we know the most. Stephen was a bit more popular
and well liked than the rest of his victims. We can place him in
Maggie's where he had sex, met with Ryan and Michael, refused their very
generous offer of $500..."
"But why?" the Sheriff asked. "I've known Stephen since he's been in
Jockey Hollow and I've never known him to refuse so much money."
"What if he got a better offer? Suppose Stephen was in the parking lot
of Maggie's with Ryan and Michael when a car pulls up and gives him a
better offer?"
"But when we questioned them, they would have mentioned a third person,
wouldn't they?" Wade asked. "I mean to get off the hook?"
"Suppose they didn't see that third person? When people hire hustlers,
they aren't obvious about it. They do it discreetly. Picture this
scenario, Stephen is facing Route 77 and Ryan and Michael are facing
Maggie's. They are discussing what they will do, when Mr. X pulls up
with and holds a piece of paper with a price written on it. Like in the
thousands. Suppose Ryan and Michael did not see this person and suddenly
are dised for Mr. X."
The policemen pondered Kenny's scenario.
"That's the approach Mr. X uses. He saw Stephen with the two men and
had to make him the ultimate offer—the offer Stephen could never
refuse."
"I have a question," Nicky said. "How did Mr. X know Stephen was a
hustler? I mean seeing three guys standing around is no indication that
one of them is a hustler."
"That's why I believe Mr. X is in Jockey Hollow. He always stakes out
his intended victim, discretely, so that he knows who the hustlers are.
In every case, we believe Mr. X was in the city the murder was in at
least a few months prior. He knows when the murder will occur because
it's already planned. It's predetermined. It's set.
"He sets up a residence, a business or a job, a name, usually an alias.
He moves on, cruising the hustler's spots, not picking anyone up. He
finds out his victim, his victim's habits, not specific habits, but in
general. Stephen probably gave him a blow job in the pool room or he
watched as Stephen gave his blow jobs. Maybe Stephen recognized him.
He'd drive an expensive car, a Camaro, a Porsche, what have you, maybe
wearing nice clothing. No jeans or shorts, just suits. All to give the
facade of being able to pay the amount promised in the offer. Tell me,
was Stephen a high class hustler? Did he attract men with lots of
money?"
"Stephen liked his cash," the Sheriff said. "But he also liked his
cock. It depended on how financially strapped he was at the time. He had
scored a $200 hit with Tex and made money in the pool room. And he went
with Mr. X."
"Someone had to have seen him go with Mr. X," Wade said. "Someone like
Ryan and Michael."
"Cliff, can we get those two in here for questioning?"
"Sure can." The Sheriff opened the door to his office and said to
Larry, "Get Ryan Edwards and Michael Quinn in here."
"Okay, Sheriff." The Sheriff re-closed the door.
Kenny was looking at the computer on the Sheriff's desk.
"This is what's puzzling," Kenny said. "Somehow X got into your
computer and e-mailed me. He knows I'm after him and wanted me here. As
if for some final battle. Some coup de gras. But why?"
"He found out my password. I've changed it since, but he was able to
hack into my system."
"So he's a hacker as well?" Wade asked.
"Yes," Kenny replied. "That's a new development. One that arose when I
arrived here."
"When exactly did you get your e-mail?" Cliff asked.
"May 12 at 8:30 AM, Chicago time."
"What did the mail say?"
"Very official. `Agent Westmoreland, I am a Sheriff in a small town in
Nebraska called Jockey Hollow. I've read that you've been investigating
the murders of various hustlers. We found the body of a hustler in our
lake. Please come urgently. Sheriff Clifford Alexander.' "
"But you would have found out that we knew nothing about those prior
murders when you got here."
"So we know he's a cyberboy as well. Very interesting. But let's get
back to Maggie's. Can you put posters around town asking for anyone who
was in Maggie's parking lot the night of May 11-morning of May 12 to
stop by or call the Sheriff's office."
"That can be up to 50-100 people," Nicky said. "Truckers are in and out
of there all night."
"We have to try somewhere."
"I'll have Larry put something together. We'll post them as soon as
they are prepared."
"Now," Kenny said, sitting at the Sheriff's desk. "I need to know about
your newcomers to Jockey Hollow. Anyone who's arrived here since March
of last year. People who have made their presence known in the gay
community."
"Do we know this X guy is gay?" Wade asked. "You don't need to be gay
to hire a hustler."
"That's been a given since the first murder. We know he's a gay man in
his late-20s-mid-30s."
"Okay," Cliff said. "That guy Sam you met at the cemetery, he's been
here since Christmas. John Bromilow works at the diner during the day,
he's been here since last October. And Adam arrived the night of the
murder, but he's not gay."
"Is Bromilow?"
"I think he may be bi," the Sheriff said.
"That's it? Three people in a year?"
"No, there's lots more, but they've made themselves known in the
community."
...
Two hours later, Ryan and Michael entered the Sheriff's station. Larry
showed them into the office. They sat where Wade and Nicky had been
seated. Kenny sat in front of them at the Sheriff's desk.
"Would you boys like some coffee?"
"No," Ryan said. "What is this about?"
"We would just like to know some information about the night Stephen
Wirly was killed," Kenny said. Kenny did all the questioning and Ryan
did all the answering. "When did you first see Stephen at Maggie's?"
"In the pool room. Mike and me were playing a game when Stephen walked
in. He stopped the action in the room. The truckers there knew him and
what he wanted."
"How many truckers?"
"Five or six."
"Go on."
"Like I said, he stopped the action in the room. He got on a pool
table, on his stomach and went to work. He sucked each cock. It was hot
to watch. I mean he worked his tongue over and under the dicks, kissing
the shaft, deep-throating the shaft. Then swallowing the load. Thick
gooey gobs of cum that dripped down his chin because he couldn't fit it
all in his mouth. He took most of it though. The dudes would pay him a
fifty after he was done."
"Were you in on any of this action?"
"No, we just watched. I had an idea for him after he was done that I
told Mike. Mike liked it."
"What was the idea?"
"To take him to my place."
"Where's that?"
"I live about fifteen minutes down 77 West. I always wanted a bondage
threesome."
"When Stephen was done, did you approach him immediately?"
"He was at the bar with some dude, the guy from the gas station diner,
Seth, I think. When he sat at a table, I joined him. I explained what I
wanted. He was excited. He smiled and said he had a hard-on just
thinking about it."
"Did you offering him the money? Or did he suggest a price?"
"I offered him $500 for three hours of bondage games. Very expensive,
but he looked worth it."
"So he accepted?"
"Oh yes."
"So you went out to the parking lot. What happened there? Was he still
into it."
"Yes. We approached my car and then he suddenly became antsy."
"Antsy?"
"Yes. He looked faint. Sick almost. I thought it was due to all the cum
he swallowed. I knew that he had taken the five or six truckers, but God
only knows how much he took before that."
"Did he back out of the deal?"
"Not at first. He said he wanted to go, bondage was something he always
wanted to try."
"So what happened?"
"He turned green. Sickly green. He said that he'd take a rain check. He
said he'd meet us at the diner the next day. That's why we were there
when the Sheriff arrested us."
"Did he vomit?"
"He walked across the lot to a metal guard rail and began puking. We
started to approach him to see if needed our help, but when we were
about 100 feet away when we saw this man come out of the shadows."
"Man?" Kenny sat up attentively.
"He was in a dark suit. He held his out in a stop gesture to say that
he was going to help Stephen. We saw him pick Stephen up and put him
over his shoulder. He carried him into the woods."
"Sheriff, how far is it from the woods adjacent to Maggie's and the
lake behind the diner?"
"Oh, I'd say three or four miles."
"So for someone to navigate his way through there in the dark, he'd
have to know where he was going?"
"Yes, it's hard enough in broad daylight."
Kenny nodded.
"So he wasn't given a better offer?"
"No," Ryan said.
"You see, we thought he backed down from your offer because he was
given a better one."
"No. That's not what happened."
"That man who picked him up is our Mr. X. Cliff, cancel what I told you
about those posters. Make different posters asking for any information
about a man in Maggie's parking lot wearing a dark suit. He'd stand out
there. Truckers aren't high on style. Thank you boys, you may go."
"I have a question," Wade said. "Why didn't you say anything about this
when we arrested you?"
"Nobody asked us. We were the assumed killers."
Ryan and Michael left. Kenny pounded his fist on the desk.
"Damn! My theory just went out the fucking window."
"But at least we have a lead," the Sheriff said.
"And a place to start. And more questions. I thought bringing the two
of them in here would answer my questions, not create new ones. Okay,
get those signs out pronto. In the meantime the four of us are going to
take a walk in the woods. From the guard rail where Stephen vomited to
the lake where he was found. I think we may have found the murder scene
boys."
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I APOLOGIZE FOR THE ABSENCE OF HARD CORE SEX IN EPISODE
XV, BUT I FELT THAT AN EPISODE LIKE THIS WAS NEEDED TO MOVE THE
STORY-LINE ALONG AND FILL IN ANY GAPS YOU, THE DEDICATED READER MAY HAVE
HAD. IN THE NEXT EPISODE, I WILL RETURN TO THE SEX YOU ALL LOVE. ALSO:
SINCE THESE EPISODES MAY BE FOUND ON THE NIFTY ARCHIVE UNDER "BISEXUAL
ENCOUNTERS," I WILL NOT BE POSTING THE SUMMARIES ANY LONGER.
STAY TUNED FOR EPISODE XVI, POSTED ON MONDAY JULY 27, 1997. THESE
EPISODES ARE ALSO FOUND ON: http://www.nifty.org